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Tytuł: Blue serenade

  • Wykonawca: Manhattan Transfer
  • Wy¶wietleń: 192

  
   Hot to trot shot,
  out to the hot spot
  Up to the nines with bodies in line
  an' feelin' so fine
  What's to lose, go get ‘em shoes
  
  You take a train, you find a
  fascinatin' rhythm in the rain
  At every stop,
  you hear the clippin' and the clop
  
  You take a beat, you find a
  fascinatin' rhythm in your feet
  It's so complete and you know
  nothin' can compete
  
  (You ain't seen nothin', you ain't seen nothin' - yet!)
  
  You start to palpitate and the
  jeep is shakin' the snake
  Like a man upon the move for a
  doll who doesn't hesitate
  Bad John
  You hear the sound of a sad song
  
  And when the downtown folk
  all shake it on out tonite
  Jeep is jake and rakin' in the take
  Bad John
  You are back where you belong
  
  She's such a sight tonite (Hello)
  A Caribana with a fan a top banana
  in a blue savanna moon
  A neck in neck
  You tell her darlin' get the check
  you're all electric
  Up in Harlem in a swoon
  Another dance with a with a tropical fan
  Another chance with
  the topical tan
  
  Mean swimmin' saxophones
  Takin' in the wimmin' and
  shakin' them bones
  The goat get in the fete begin
  Naughty in the body and set for sin
  A Creole girl step up and say
  "never say never"
  with a casual sway
  Takin' her time to come my way
  Bad John
  You are back where you belong
  
  All reet I'm tippin' in, deed I do
  And while the goat is on the fire
  and every note is your desire
  You approve her every move
  You in a spin (Come on in)
  She wanna grab you by the duff
  and tell you
  Honey this is tough enough
  for sure
  There's the door,
  what are you waiting for?
  And just us two,
  Serenading in Blue
  
  You take a frail who makes a
  copesetic caper with her tail
  I'm tellin' you, she really
  puttin' on a do
  
  The saxophones, you can't relax
  when there is rhythm in your bones
  You're on the hoof,
  you raise a racket on the roof
  
  Some syncopation, makin' with the
  eyes an arisin' occasion
  Made it in the shade the way they
  played that satin Serenade in Blue